Grey

Grey clouds fill the sky;
It drizzles but doesn't rain.
I begin to cry,
The weather indicative of my pain

Storm, I wish it would.
I wish the winds would howl.
All this hurt I have, I wish I could
find comfort here and now.

If the rain would just begin,
and drench the earth below,
then there could be an end
and a rainbow, that I know.